Dark places and shadows

Here's a poem from a while ago. It's one of those ones that when I read it now it makes me think, "Gee, who wrote that? Couldn't be me, makes my skin crawl a bit." I'm not really sure where it came from, one of those dark places we all have I suppose...

On a pleasant note, I have my first 'follower'! (Sounds rather cult-ish doesn't it?) How exciting. Hello, Mara, thanks for joining.   :)

Cheers,

Deb

corner shadows

cowering in the corner

of our winter’s discontent

lime legs spider-crawl

creating elongated silhouettes

flies stick in honey and eyes

nose

mouth

open hunger creeping in the shadows

elusive sleep shivers

a death rattle, maybe

later buried in a pine box

scratching at the corners

fingernails

splinters

tips numb, rubbed raw in a frenzied effort

a dash for freedom

dashed hopes and resignation

crumpled

in the corner